3: For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.

5: Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

7: I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

8: And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

11: I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.

12: O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.

14: Lord, what fools these mortals be!

15: And those things do best please me, That do befall preposterously.

16: But all the story of the night told over, And their minds transfigur'd so together, More witnesseth than fancy's images, And grows to something of great constancy, But howsoever strange, and admirable.

17: For never anything can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it.

18: If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. | And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding, but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend; If you pardon, we will mend.

19: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck, Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long: | Else the Puck a liar call. So good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.